In the solemn field of silence, I can barley feel the pain, blind and deaf to all the violence and it always end this way, La, La, La, La, from this sorrow smell of misery, fear and death perfume the air, it begins again a mystery, and I've always end up there, always unsuspecting, so easy to lure them away from, all the angels within, I am running like something, I'm becoming unstoppable, and I'm running from the something that I'm coming from, becoming one. Always running like something might be coming, to follow me and I'm coming from the something that I'm running from, becoming one, I am letting go of all I know, from this buried well of consciousness, I can barley hear the rain, everyone becomes a numinous, and their faces seem the same, always unrelenting, descending into our own nightmares , from this twisted fantasy, falling far away from the beauty of annihilation, into the faceless face fear, I am running like something I'm becoming, unstoppable and I'm running from the something that I'm coming from, always running like something might be coming, to follow me and I'm running from the something that I'm coming from, becoming one, I've become, something they all run from, I want you to be gone, why am I numb, to everything I have done, theirs no going back for me, becoming has taken it's toll on me, I am running like something I'm becoming, unstoppable and I'm running from the something that I'm coming from, becoming, Always running like something might be coming to follow me and I'm coming from the something that I'm running from, becoming one, I am running from the other ones, and the other ones I'm running from and becoming one means I'm running from all I am.